He frowns. I don’t know if it’s because of what I’ve said or because the blanket is giving him problems.
I think I don’t understand people who don’t want kids, I said. I think there’s something wrong with them. She stared at me for a moment, that terrible resigned smile still holding her mouth.Well, Mercy is not all I do. I suppose there are things you still don’t know about me yet… Her voice trailed off.
I glanced at Mercy who was too young to hear the tone in her mother’s voice. She was sipping water from the measuring cups, humming to herself. I wanted to tell her not to drink the water that her hands were playing in just seconds ago, but I refrained. Sometimes you just had to let kids be kids.What do you mean? I asked her.Just things, Fig. We all have our little things.
Come on, I urged. We’re friends, aren’t we? I rearranged my face to look hurt, but I’m afraid I couldn’t hide the eagerness. I just told you I do a suicide dance with trains… Guilt, guilt always worked with people. I gave something to you; now give something to me.I thought about the tiny blue bead I’d found in her mail. A little jewelry business on Etsy! I’d go home and buy something right away—wear it so she could see. I liked to support small businesses, especially ones owned by friends.
Dutifully, I asked, Hobbies? What kind of hobbies?
It already looked like she thought she’d said too much. She pressed her lips together and frowned down at the mug in her hands. I noticed that her nails were painted a bright watermelon pink, shiny like little candies.His mouth captured hers, trying to show her with his kiss what he was still learning to express in words. He loved her. He worshipped her. He'd walk across fire for her. He—
—still had the audience of her three brothers.Slowly breaking the kiss, he turned his face to the side. Anthony, Benedict, and Colin were still standing in the foyer. Anthony was studying the ceiling, Benedict was pretending to inspect his fingernails, and Colin was staring quite shamelessly.
Simon tightened his hold on Daphne, even as he shot a glare down the hall. What the hell are the three of you still doing in my house?Not surprisingly, none of them had a ready answer.